The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-04

garden party next week.
A bewitching smile stole over q
oaret,s fair face; she looked distract
;nolv nrpttv as she cried, saucily, ION,
mamma, pray do not mention gar
den or dancing parties while Mr.: Da.e
is present. He has given up al SucA
vanities," stealing q very mlschleVous
glance at him. -.
ton bent upon Margaret caused her
to drop her saucy eyes; the pic
deepened in her soft cheeks; a very
| pretty picture she made; and then
| Helen Viney said, eyes; Cheston
| spends his evenings at home-he ao-
hors society"
Margaret had forgotten her momen.
| tarv shyness. She looked thoughtful
for 3 moment, and then said IN q
| halffrightened tone, '"Then he Ii q
woman haterl'
The remark sounded strangely, COM
ing from such sweet lips.
1t was no wonder the young man
cried, with some energy, mot q bit
Of it. Miss Margaret! Helen, what g.
remark. And l have just been en-
gaging this young lady for a waltzI"
His sister opened her eyes at him,
and then said, discontentedly, "Ches-
ton is a great care to me. l do not
like to see him leading such a hum
drum life. l wish he would marry"
THAT sister of mine is somewhat
outspuken," thought Cheston Dale,
while a slow flush that was not all to-
gether Indignation mounted to his
cheeks.
He glanced at Margaret.
"And what is your opinion, Miss
Margaret" he asked, smiling, as he
met the soft, rather childish, eyes
fixed upon him.
Il think those who remain single
are much happier" she said thought
fully.
"And why, child?"
because they are FREE" she said,
rather earnestly; "they are not Gagged,
you know"
Gagged" he exclaimed, and he was
smiling at her; and again his smile,
tinged with mischief brought the color
to the girls cheek. There was some
tenderness in the smile, too; it render
ed the mans face most attractive.
The mischief vanished, but the ten
derness remained, and he said thought
fully, "And yet it is the old, old story
over and over again. When love
comes, we do not feel that we have
lost our freedom, but rather that we
begin to live ct last"
He spoke earnestly, and Margaret
thought that she had never seen her
friend looking.more manly.
She was rather silent for a moment;
then s%pringing up, she crossed the
room, and seated herself at the piano;
and Cheston joined her there.
Picking up a piece OF music, he
turned the leaves in an idle fashion.
Margaret, play something for me,
won't your" he asked persuasively.
The small fingers wandered ove the
keys for a moment end then COM
menced g. little selection. 1t was like
the girl herself, tender and winsome,
with here and there q touch ofpathos,
and sometimes a deeper chord OF pas
sion.
Absorbed in her music. Margaret did
not know that she was giving Chesgon
Dale an excellent opportunity of
studying her; she did not know that
he was thinking hers a lovahle face in
deed, lit by those truthful eyes. She
turned to him when the last chords
had been struck, and was unprepared
Tor the full, approving glance; it was a
pleasant one to meet, and Margaret
the young ma with a smile
OF such sunny sweetness that he then
and there longed TO fold her in his
arms.
But it was not until ne had left that
he realized what an evening Of happi-
ness he has had.
His sisters sole remark to him was,
."Cheston, don't say after this that
everything boree you. Your face was
almost as bright as M~argaret's this
evening"
"Margaret-a pearl-she is well
named" he said, thoughtfully, and
then managed to lead his sister into
conversing on other tcrics.
He soon fell into a friendly way OF
calling at the Castlenaines'. He was
not often fortunate enough to find
BAcsA BtOlrg 0AC nav AAnAAy AtSAA1g
and treated them all in a frank, pleas
ant fashion; but CheRton was pleased
to note that the shade Of reserve, SO
natural TO her, never became appar-
when III conversation with him;
she greeted him as an old and well
come friend.
The young mar was not slow at
perceiving what Margaret's inexperi-
enced eyes failed to note, that among
the many who called upon her two or
three evinced more than q casual in
terest in the piquant warm-Aearted
girl. 1t chafed Cheston; he could not.
gnd1re to think that any other man
should dare to think Of his Margaret.
His Margaret? Yes; Cheaton loved
his little friend; heWasr restless enough
when away from her; and most unut-
terably happy in her presence, hereal.
lied that Margaret was the iigbs OF
his eyes. To touch her soft hand. To
look into her lovely eyes, was happi-
ness indeed. What d slight child she
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